A Isac walked on through the crowded village street. All around him, people came and went, like ghosts. No one even gave him more than a passing glance, but even if they did stare longer, all they would have seen was a man that was not extremely ugly or exceedingly beautiful, either. The thing that they would remember about this man would not be his raven-black hair, but the his piercingly alert dark eyes and the sword that hung by his side. A man rushed up behind Isac and gave him a shove. Isac growled and grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled, spinning the man around to face him. Isac smiled as he saw the man's eyes cloud with fear.
Isac's left hand held the man's shoulder in an iron grip as his right went to the hilt of his sword. "Are you not aware," Isac asked the man, "that stealing is a crime punishable by death?" The man's eyes widened. Isac gave the man a cold hearted smile and continued, "If you wish to live, return what you have taken." Around Isac and the terrified man, a crowd had gathered, eager to see bloodshed.
The trembling man reached his hand into his cloak and held out a wallet. Isac took the wallet and returned it to the inside of his cloak, but his hand still held the man in place.
"Now let me go." the man insisted. The crowd looked disappointed.
Isac laughed "You want me to believe that my wallet was the only thing you took?" he asked. "You have not given a single thing back to these people." Isac gestured to the crowd, as the man gasped and began to shake. Isac then turned to the crowd. "This man," he said, gesturing to the thief, "has taken a necklace, a ring, and a dagger from you good people. Come forward to take your belonging back from this man."
The thief looked at Isac with a hateful glare. "You've ruined me." he said.
Isac glared at the thief. "You ruined yourself," he said, coldly. "Now, this mob will lynch you."
The thief's eyes widened with fear. "Who are you?" he asked.
Isac released the man and staggered back as if struck, "I do not remember anymore." he said. The thief turned to run, but the mob fell upon him and dragged the screaming thief away. Isac stood in the street, alone. All the villagers had went to see the thief hang.
"Who am I?" Isac asked the wind, but the wind did not answer him.
An hour later, Isac had traveled far away from the village. He took no path but his own, nor did he have a companion, save for the blade that sat at his hip. As he crested a hill he looked back behind him. Isac's eye fell on the village, which now looked very small.
"It's beautiful, isn't it, Isac?" A voice asked.
Isac whirled in the directioin of the voice. By pure reflex, he had drawn his sword as he turned. Isac faced an old man. "Who are you?" Isac asked.
The old man sighed. "You have forgotten much, Isac. You do not remember who I am, and you have forgotten who you are." Isac recoied, but the man continued, "You don't even remember why you carry that blade, do you?" Isac turned his sword sideways and stared at the flat of the blade, as if he was seeing his sword for the very first time. As the noon sun reflected off the blade the blade shone blue like a sapphire gem.
"What is this sword, why is it blue?" Isac asked, awestruck.
The old man sadly shook his head. "That is for you to rediscover, Isac." The old man told him. Then the old man looked up at the clear, blue sky. "You had better figure it out soon," the man warned, " There's a storm coming, and the whole world may drown in the bloodbath."
Then, as the breeze blew through the hillside, the old man vanished, as if he had never been there. A memory from the past struck Isac, and tears began to flow down his face as he spoke to the empty wind. "Please forgive me," Isac pleaded, "I don't remember the past. Please forgive me, teacher."
END OF THE MYSTIC SWORDS CHAPTER ONE
BY: LuckyS7ven
DATE COMPLETED: February 23, 2008
Isac's left hand held the man's shoulder in an iron grip as his right went to the hilt of his sword. "Are you not aware," Isac asked the man, "that stealing is a crime punishable by death?" The man's eyes widened. Isac gave the man a cold hearted smile and continued, "If you wish to live, return what you have taken." Around Isac and the terrified man, a crowd had gathered, eager to see bloodshed.
The trembling man reached his hand into his cloak and held out a wallet. Isac took the wallet and returned it to the inside of his cloak, but his hand still held the man in place.
"Now let me go." the man insisted. The crowd looked disappointed.
Isac laughed "You want me to believe that my wallet was the only thing you took?" he asked. "You have not given a single thing back to these people." Isac gestured to the crowd, as the man gasped and began to shake. Isac then turned to the crowd. "This man," he said, gesturing to the thief, "has taken a necklace, a ring, and a dagger from you good people. Come forward to take your belonging back from this man."
The thief looked at Isac with a hateful glare. "You've ruined me." he said.
Isac glared at the thief. "You ruined yourself," he said, coldly. "Now, this mob will lynch you."
The thief's eyes widened with fear. "Who are you?" he asked.
Isac released the man and staggered back as if struck, "I do not remember anymore." he said. The thief turned to run, but the mob fell upon him and dragged the screaming thief away. Isac stood in the street, alone. All the villagers had went to see the thief hang.
"Who am I?" Isac asked the wind, but the wind did not answer him.
An hour later, Isac had traveled far away from the village. He took no path but his own, nor did he have a companion, save for the blade that sat at his hip. As he crested a hill he looked back behind him. Isac's eye fell on the village, which now looked very small.
"It's beautiful, isn't it, Isac?" A voice asked.
Isac whirled in the directioin of the voice. By pure reflex, he had drawn his sword as he turned. Isac faced an old man. "Who are you?" Isac asked.
The old man sighed. "You have forgotten much, Isac. You do not remember who I am, and you have forgotten who you are." Isac recoied, but the man continued, "You don't even remember why you carry that blade, do you?" Isac turned his sword sideways and stared at the flat of the blade, as if he was seeing his sword for the very first time. As the noon sun reflected off the blade the blade shone blue like a sapphire gem.
"What is this sword, why is it blue?" Isac asked, awestruck.
The old man sadly shook his head. "That is for you to rediscover, Isac." The old man told him. Then the old man looked up at the clear, blue sky. "You had better figure it out soon," the man warned, " There's a storm coming, and the whole world may drown in the bloodbath."
Then, as the breeze blew through the hillside, the old man vanished, as if he had never been there. A memory from the past struck Isac, and tears began to flow down his face as he spoke to the empty wind. "Please forgive me," Isac pleaded, "I don't remember the past. Please forgive me, teacher."
END OF THE MYSTIC SWORDS CHAPTER ONE
BY: LuckyS7ven
DATE COMPLETED: February 23, 2008